"I've looked for it for days." "It shall be my ambition to bring you some," said the minstrel gallantly.

"I shall not forget." Diane glanced furtively at the picturesque attire which her nomadic guest wore with a certain dashing grace, and marveled afresh.

It was of ragged corduroy with a brightly colored handkerchief about the throat which foiled his vivid skin artistically.

Indeed there was more of sophistication in the careful blending of colors than even the normal seeker after health might deem expedient for his purpose.
"It is to few--to none indeed save you that I have confided the secret of my minstrelsy," he said deferentially a little later.

"Illness, love of adventure, a longing to brush elbows with the world, a hunger for the woodland--in the eyes of unromantic men these things are weaknesses.